They think they’re deep.
They think they’re enlightened
and they’re gonna save the world.
They posture and preach;
lay out all the rules
that everyone else should follow.
They want to save the world
through all the sacrifices
they tell everyone else to make.
But they don’t turn off
the water fountain at their own estate
during the drought
or reduce their own carbon footprint.
They charge a king’s ransom
to catch their performance.
Only the elite can afford it.
They want to help the poor
but damn sure don’t want
to be in the same room as them—
unless they’re being handed a drink.
They’re holier than thou
but somehow the rules
don’t apply to them.
They think they’re glorious and deep
but get to know them
and you’ll find
you’re wading in shallow water.